'Twas' the night Jesus came and all through the
house. Not a person was praying, not one in the house. The
Bible was left on the shelf without care, for no one
thought Jesus would come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once
ever kneeling or bowing their head. And Mom in the rocking
chair with baby on her lap, was watching the Late Show as I
took a nap.
When out of the east there rose such a clatter,I
sprang to my feet to see what's the matter. Away to the
window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and
lifted the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but
Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. The light of His
face made me cover
my head, it was Jesus returning just
like He'd said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I
cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. In the Book of
Life that in which he held in his hand, was written the
name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as he searched for my name, when
He said "it is not here" I hung my head in shame. The
people who's names had been written with love, He gathered
to take to his Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound,
while all the others were left standing around. I fell to
my knees but it was too late, I waited to long and thus
sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight, Oh, if only
I'd know that this was the night. In the words of this poem
the meaning is clear the coming of Jesus is now drawing
near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find out that the Bible was true after
all........
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